When my daughter, Brooxie, was 5 years old, she’d stay with my husband’s parents while we were at work. One day Brooxie was helping Papaw gather eggs.
While putting the eggs into the basket she was carrying, she asked, “Papaw, where do these eggs come from?” Papaw then explained in detail the delicate process of making an egg.
Brooxie put her hands on her hips and exclaimed, “Papaw, I don’t eat anything that comes out of a chicken!” And for many years, she didn’t.
also my team name''the ultimate colors of the ultimade clolor camp!''
my sis ''the family of nils'' well is she team 80% from my family is
my bro''the best colours ever''
my mom''the wild colors of doom''
my dad''the light colors''
lukas''hot and cold colors''
kornel''the ultimade colors of doom''
germano''the c.t.j.s.f.r clan
marcus''team of the 6 frinds''
felix''the schol hate'' idk why
